The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Volume 3D. Browne, C. Hitch and L. Hawes, A. Millar, J. and R. Tonson, J. Rivington, S. Crowder and Company, C. Corbett, J. Jackson, R. and J. Dodsley, and J. Richardson., 1762 |
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... the realms of light . Safe are you lodg'd above these rolling fpheres , . The baleful influence of whofe giddy dance B 5 Shede . Sheds fad viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems with On Life , Death , and Immortality . 9 .
... the realms of light . Safe are you lodg'd above these rolling fpheres , . The baleful influence of whofe giddy dance B 5 Shede . Sheds fad viciffitude on all beneath . Here teems with On Life , Death , and Immortality . 9 .
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... these themes , as might obtain Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn PHILANDER's fate ? I know thou fay ...
... these themes , as might obtain Thine ear , nor leave thy heart quite difengag'd , The good deed would delight me ; half - imprefs On my dark cloud an Iris ; and from grief Call glory - Doft thou mourn PHILANDER's fate ? I know thou fay ...
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... these errors , and these ills To nature juft , their Cause and Cure explore . Not short heav'n's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard , nature ; men are prodigals . We wafte , not use our time ; we breathe , not live . Time ...
... these errors , and these ills To nature juft , their Cause and Cure explore . Not short heav'n's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard , nature ; men are prodigals . We wafte , not use our time ; we breathe , not live . Time ...
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... these are useless when the fun is fet ; So thofe , but when more glorious Reafon fhines . Reafon fhould judge in all ; in reafon's eye , That fedentary shadow travels hard . But fuch our gravitation to the wrong , So prone our hearts to ...
... these are useless when the fun is fet ; So thofe , but when more glorious Reafon fhines . Reafon fhould judge in all ; in reafon's eye , That fedentary shadow travels hard . But fuch our gravitation to the wrong , So prone our hearts to ...
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... Then nearest Thefe , when Others moft remote ; And All , ere long , fhall be remote , but These . How dreadful , Then , to meet them all alone , A ftranger ! unacknowleg'd ! unapprov❜d ! Now woo them 6 A [ 47 ] NIGHT the THIRD. ...
... Then nearest Thefe , when Others moft remote ; And All , ere long , fhall be remote , but These . How dreadful , Then , to meet them all alone , A ftranger ! unacknowleg'd ! unapprov❜d ! Now woo them 6 A [ 47 ] NIGHT the THIRD. ...
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The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four Volumes, Volume 3 Edward Young Visualização integral - 1757 |
THE WORKS OF THE AUTHOR OF THE NIGHT-THOUGHTS. In FOUR VOLUMES ..., Volume 3 Edward Young Visualização integral - 1767 |
The Works of the Author of the Night-thoughts: In Four [i.e. Five ..., Volume 3 Edward Young Visualização integral - 1767 |
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againſt ambition angels art thou Becauſe beneath bleffings bleft blifs caufe cauſe chimæras dæmons dark darkneſs death defcend Deity divine Doft dread duft earth endleſs eternal Ev'n ev'ry facred fafe fame fate fcene feen fenfe fhades fhall fhines fhould figh fight fing fink fkies fleeps fmile foft fome fong fool foon foul immortal ftill ftorm ftrange ftrike fuch fupreme fure glory grave guilt happineſs heart heav'n himſelf hope hour human illuftrious infidel itſelf juft lefs life's loft LORENZO man's mankind moft mortal moſt muft muſt nature nature's ne'er night nought numbers o'er paffion pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefent pride proud reafon rife ſcene ſenſe ſhall ſkies ſpeaks ſphere ſtill thee thefe theme theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand thro throne tomb truth virtue virtue's whofe wife wiſdom wiſh worfe wretched
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Página 72 - These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead. Imagination's fool, and Error's wretch, Man makes a death which Nature never made : Then on the point of his own fancy falls, And feels a thousand deaths in fearing one.
Página 18 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Página 7 - We take no note of time But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the knell of my departed hours : Where are they ? With the years beyond the flood.
Página 19 - Of man's miraculous mistakes this bears The palm, ' That all men are about to live, For ever on the brink of being born.' All pay themselves the compliment to think They one day shall not drivel : and their pride On this reversion takes up ready praise ; At least, their own ; their future selves applaud How excellent that life they ne'er will lead.
Página 9 - This is the bud of being, the dim dawn, The twilight of our day, the vestibule : Life's theatre as yet is shut, and death, Strong death alone, can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us, embryos of existence, free.
Página 41 - Can gold gain friendship ? Impudence of hope ! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress ; nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee. All like the purchase ; few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Página 52 - Sweet harmonist ! and beautiful as sweet ! And young as beautiful ! and soft as young , And gay as soft ! and innocent as gay ! And happy (if aught happy here) as good...
Página 36 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Página 168 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th
Página 52 - Transfixt by fate (who loves a lofty mark) How from the summit of the grove she fell, And left it unharmonious ! All its charms Extinguisht in the wonders of her song ! Her song still vibrates in my ravisht ear, Still melting there, and with voluptuous pain (O to forget her !) thrilling thro...